Chapter 28

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“Clang, clang, clang...” But what was seen was the sharp sword that was about to pierce Ximen Wuyuan's chest shattering into pieces.

Because it did not hit Ximen Wuyuan's chest but his slender sword.

This was an astonishing judgment, knowing where Wu Ying would strike and blocking it in advance. If he waited until Wu Ying attacked to block, it would have been too late, because the opponent's speed was the fastest.

After Wu Ying's sharp sword broke, the two people stood there motionless.

The Yin-Yang Sect was shocked again. Wu Ying, the judge of the Yin-Yang Sect, was the king of killing in this world. Even those two levels higher than him could be killed by him. But now, he had fallen to Ximen Wuyuan, perhaps the only mistake in his life.

"Phantom Ghost Wind, indeed unparalleled, one move to defeat the enemy, never missing." Ximen Wuyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, then reached out to pull a slender sword, almost invisible, from his left chest.

Wu Ying said, "People only see me use my left hand with a sword, thinking I am left-handed. In fact, my right hand is faster, but I have never had the opportunity to use it. Only when facing the City Lord of Ximen City did I have the chance to use my right hand sword."

Everyone was shocked again. No one had ever seen Wu Ying use his right hand with a sword, all thinking he was left-handed, no one had thought he just didn't need to use his right hand sword.

"But today, with my right hand sword out, my Phantom Ghost King reputation is half destroyed." Wu Ying sighed, then bowed to Ximen Wuyuan, "Thank you, City Lord Ximen, for showing mercy. Otherwise, I would have been shattered to pieces."

"Bang, bang, bang..." Then more than a dozen energy forces exploded inside Wu Ying, his soft body instantly becoming a bloody mess, several streams of blood shooting out of his seven orifices like arrows.

Ximen Wuyuan threw the blood-stained sword back to Wu Ying, saying, "Brother Wu Ying, you also showed mercy. Otherwise, I would have lost half my life."

"There are not many people I respect in my life, Ximen Wuyuan. The first is my senior brother Dongfang Niemi. You, Brother Wu Ying, are also one of them. You are almost the only martial artist I have seen who is dedicated to martial skills. If you practiced mystic techniques, you would also be one of the great masters in the world."

Wu Ying took his sword, gently wiping it, "I have loved my sword all my life. I am the sword, the sword is me. If I learned mystic techniques, it would be a betrayal of myself. Since Master Dongfang Niemi is no longer in this world, I have no reason to stay in the Yin-Yang Sect. From now on, there is no Wu Ying in the Yin-Yang Sect."

After saying this, Wu Ying disappeared into the night sky.

The Yin-Yang Sect side fell silent.

Looking in the direction Wu Ying disappeared, Ximen Wuyuan gently wiped the blood from his chest, slowly saying, "Who else?"

Suddenly, an old man slowly walked out, appearing as if from a void.

This old man held a dragon-headed cane, bent and hunched, with white hair and a wrinkled face, looking over a hundred years old. He was one of the Grand Elders of the Yin-Yang Sect, Ning Buse, who was already 105 years old.

"Ximen Wuyuan, I am a generation older than you, and I watched Master Dongfang grow up." Ning Buse coughed a few times, "I have heard on the mountain that Ximen Wuyuan of Cloud Peak City is very powerful, but I just listened. Today, I see that it is indeed true."

"Uncle, you flatter me," Ximen Wuyuan bowed respectfully.

"Do not be modest. You say you are not as good as Dongfang Niemi, but I see that you are not much worse than him." Ning Buse said, "Since Master Dongfang is no longer, it would be fitting for you to be the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, at least ensuring its invincibility for fifty years."

When these words were spoken, Dong Bingling and others changed color.

"Unfortunately, I do not have the final say in the Yin-Yang Sect, and your Cloud Peak City is ultimately a traitor." Ning Buse said, "You are too powerful. For the future of the Yin-Yang Sect, I can only do my best. Ximen Wuyuan, do not blame me."

"I dare not," Ximen Wuyuan said.

"But, as an elder, I will only use one mystic technique. If you do not die, I will not interfere with tonight's events," Ning Buse said.

"As you command," Ximen Wuyuan said.

Ning Buse had already advanced to the level of a world master at least ten years ago, being the uncle of Dongfang Niemi. He was truly one of the topmost masters in the world, like a mountain stabilizing the Yin-Yang Sect. In the past ten years, even without Dongfang Niemi, no one dared to offend the Yin-Yang Sect as long as Ning Buse was there.

Ning Buse slowly raised his dragon-headed cane, and a blue flame emerged.

"Boom, boom!" The sky suddenly thundered, and thick lightning struck the sea.

A dragon's roar echoed, and a fiery dragon suddenly shot out from Ning Buse's dragon-headed cane, growing larger and larger, finally becoming a giant flame dragon dozens of meters long, circling and roaring in the air, spewing flames.

The entire sea surface instantly rose into waves dozens of meters high, like a fiery dragon, full of restlessness.

Ximen Wuyuan drew a sharp breath, looking at the fiery dragon circling in the air. He, of course, knew what it was.

A ninth-grade mystic beast, the legendary Flame Demon Dragon, had been taken as a martial soul by Elder Ning Buse.

In the entire world, people like Wu Ying, who only practiced sword techniques, were already extinct. All martial artists focused on cultivating mystic techniques because the destructive power of mystic techniques was astonishing and could attack from a distance. When combined with a martial soul, the attack effect was almost devastating.

"Unending Dragon Technique!" Elder Ning Buse roared, and his entire body burst into flames. The fire dragon circling in the sky instantly transformed into countless flames that drilled into Ning Buse's body.

The originally thin and hunched Elder Ning Buse suddenly swelled, finally becoming a human-shaped flame giant over ten meters tall.

Around his body, countless small fire dragons flew and danced.

"Stellar Sword Technique!" Ximen Wuyuan roared, and the treasure sword in his hand flew into the air, suddenly becoming brighter.

The sword became brighter and brighter, crazily absorbing all the mystic energy from the sea surface. Finally, the sword light shone like a star, visible from hundreds of miles away.

The fine sword, less than two and a half feet long, had now become a giant light sword dozens of meters long.

"Split!"

The giant light sword in the air suddenly split into countless small light swords, like meteors flying toward Ximen Wuyuan.

Hundreds and thousands of light swords circled around Ximen Wuyuan, incredibly dazzling. Each light sword was filled with soul and consciousness.

"Sword Soul? It's actually a Sword Soul? There is actually someone in the world who has cultivated a Sword Soul?!" The people of the Yin-Yang Sect could not believe it.

A Sword Soul is when a martial artist does not take any mystic beast as a martial soul but cultivates the soul of their own sword, making it their martial soul.

This kind of martial soul is ten to a hundred times harder to cultivate than taking a mystic beast as a martial soul. But once successful, its power is astonishing. Because in the process of cultivating a Sword Soul, countless mystic beast souls are devoured, making the Sword Soul the king of martial souls.

The King of Martial Souls, the Emperor of Martial Souls, is the Sword Soul! In the world, those who have cultivated a Sword Soul absolutely do not exceed three.

"If you were a disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect, how good would that be?" Ning Buse muttered.

"But, the stronger you are as the City Lord of Cloud Peak City, the more dangerous it is for the Yin-Yang Sect. We cannot let Cloud Peak City become the orthodox while the Yin-Yang Sect becomes the rebel." Elder Ning Buse's gaze became resolute.

"Prison-Breaking Dragon Technique, go..." Elder Ning Buse roared, and his dragon-headed cane pointed.

Instantly, hundreds of fire dragons shot out from Elder Ning Buse's body, heading toward Ximen Wuyuan.

"Thousand Swords Return to the Source, go..." Ximen Wuyuan roared, and his sword pointed.

Instantly, the light swords circling his body shot out.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Countless fire dragons and light swords collided, thundering and bursting with countless rays of light, like thousands of lightning bolts splitting the sky. The entire sea surface at night was as bright as daylight.

Fire dragons continuously shot out from Elder Ning Buse's body, making the fire dragons circling him fewer and fewer.

Light swords continuously shot out from Ximen Wuyuan's body, making the light swords circling him fewer and fewer.

The fire dragons and light swords circling them could not only attack but also serve as an energy shield to block the opponent's mystic techniques. Therefore, Ning Buse and Ximen Wuyuan's defense and offense were integrated. The stronger the offensive power, the weaker the defensive power.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The intense explosions and powerful heat boiled the seawater below and instantly tore several large ships into pieces nearby.

"Rumble!"

The final explosion burst with a sun-like blinding light, tearing apart the night sky for over a hundred miles, making the entire night as bright as daylight.

Millions of light swords and thousands of fire dragons perished in the air, all turning to ashes.

On Elder Ning Buse's body, only a one-meter-long fire dragon circled alone.

On Ximen Wuyuan's body, only a two-and-a-half-foot-long light sword circled alone.

Both of their eyes showed a determined look.

"Go..." they shouted in unison.

The final light sword shot out.

The final fire dragon shot out.

Whistling in the air, the two figures passed each other.

"Thud!" The fire dragon slammed into Ximen Wuyuan's chest.

"Thud!" The light sword pierced into Elder Ning Buse's chest.

"Crack, crack, crack..." The sound of ribs breaking, Elder Ning Buse spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ximen Wuyuan's body retreated several dozen meters, a stream of blood shooting out from his chest.

"Has the decline of Cloud Peak City for a hundred years been just to produce a genius like you?" Elder Ning Buse, holding his chest, coughed and spat blood, saying slowly, "You have taken all the essence of Cloud Peak City for a hundred years."

"But you are a gentleman. If you used mystic techniques, even ten Wu Yings would have died just now." Elder Ning Buse said, "His sword technique is suitable for stealth assassination, not for combat."

"Alright, I, an old man, keep my word. You survived my mystic technique and even won by a small margin. I will not interfere with the matter here. I will return to the Yin-Yang Sect to meditate."

Saying this, Elder Ning Buse disappeared into the darkness.

Ximen Wuyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "Next, who?"

The crowd was silent.

People always said that Ximen Wuyuan was a great master of a generation, but the Yin-Yang Sect always dismissed it, thinking people were narrow-minded. Today, they finally saw the might of Ximen Wuyuan. He was not just a great master of a generation; he was the pinnacle of the world! Jiang Songyang had also stepped into the master level, and Ning Buse was definitely a strong master, but they both lost to Ximen Wuyuan.

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"City Lord Ximen, please instruct." A gentle and ordinary voice came from the darkness.

Ximen Wuyuan's expression changed, "Zhu Qingzhu, are you finally going to make a move?"

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